His dark eyes fairly danced, and he seemed unable to control his joy.

His whole frame quivered, and he dipped his own paddle into the water, he bent it almost to breaking.
Without noticing him further, Oonomoo sent his canoe spinning among the trees, and was soon in the broad sheet of water, crossing which, he reached the spot where he had brought up his boat.

Stepping out upon the log, he secured the paddle to it, and then turning it over, filled it with water.

It slowly sunk until it could be seen resting upon the bottom, when he sprung from the tree and commenced his departure from the swamp in the same manner that he had entered it.
Once again in the grand old forest, with the mossy carpet beneath his feet, and the magnificent arches over his head, through which the breezes came like the cool breath of the ocean, the Huron struck into his peculiar rapid trot, which was continued until sunset, by which time he reached the clearing.

Approaching it in his usual cautious manner, he saw the Shawnees consulting together, and at the first glance understood the peril of his friends.